All departed this world in a shovel of fat

[sovay]

At my family's annual Hanukkah party tonight, my brother deep-fried: Golden Oreos, a Crunchie bar, two kinds of marzipan (chocolate-dipped and plain), a peeled clementine, candied orange peel, candied ginger, a chocolate marshmallow, and Great Cthulhu. There were calls for him to deep-fry some grapes, but by that point the exercise was mostly theoretical: I'm not sure anyone's cardiovascular system could have stood further experimentation. We may have achieved both excellence and serious injury.

But oh, my God. Deep-fried candied orange peel and deep-fried candied ginger. That may be all you need.

And hope.

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[sovay]

While I did have to read that sentence twice, this has got me thinking, given the sheer number of excellent calamari recipes that exist.

Great Cthulhu in this case was the last of the leftover batter, which tangled itself into an ominous, tentacular shape when poured into the last of the oil by my brother—instantly recognizable. I'll try to post or otherwise communicate to you at least one of the photos that were taken, assuming the Kirlian radiation hasn't rendered them unviewable.

Also, the world should contain a story titled 'Great Cthulhu, Tasty when Deep-Fried'.

Please, go for it.